Funny funny
So yesterday started out pretty awesome (despite 2 people admitting to using me the night before). I got an e-mail from Joshua Dysart (comic book writer extrodinaire) about how he's on a deadline and he's going to live vicariously through me for the next couple of days. He wished for something exciting to happen to me. So, I'm sitting there pondering what could happen in the next couple of days.
Falling in love?
Winning a trip to Europe?
Becoming an instant star?
Then, my gold retriever comes into my room and throws up at the foot of my bed. That answers that.
I had two midterms yesterday. I walk out to my car only to find it had been pelted by eggs the night before.
Get to my Japanese midterm, only to realize I know nothing. So, bombed that.
While trying to translate Kanji, all I could think about was getting a nice cup of coffee. I walk towards the main building, searching my bag. No wallet. It's at home on my dresser. Liscense, money, cards, etc. Luckily, Dave was around and he bought me a cappuccino.
I took my photo midterm, which JD had helped me study for. Aced it. 105. I drew pictures of myself yelling how my teacher is the man. He went over my test while I was in the darkroom, but according to the other kids, he was in stitches.
I spent the night with Dave, scraping egg off my car, drinking tea and cream soda, and relaxing for once.
As nice as the evening was, I really can't wait to head out to Columbus and spend time with JD.
Falling in love?
Winning a trip to Europe?
Becoming an instant star?
Then, my gold retriever comes into my room and throws up at the foot of my bed. That answers that.
I had two midterms yesterday. I walk out to my car only to find it had been pelted by eggs the night before.
Get to my Japanese midterm, only to realize I know nothing. So, bombed that.
While trying to translate Kanji, all I could think about was getting a nice cup of coffee. I walk towards the main building, searching my bag. No wallet. It's at home on my dresser. Liscense, money, cards, etc. Luckily, Dave was around and he bought me a cappuccino.
I took my photo midterm, which JD had helped me study for. Aced it. 105. I drew pictures of myself yelling how my teacher is the man. He went over my test while I was in the darkroom, but according to the other kids, he was in stitches.
I spent the night with Dave, scraping egg off my car, drinking tea and cream soda, and relaxing for once.
As nice as the evening was, I really can't wait to head out to Columbus and spend time with JD.